Royal Trash Novels & Stories

A hidden talent that only the Royal Bloodline is privileged to. It is normally used when a Royal is out at war. We can be near death and it will only take a small drop of fresh blood along with our Royal aura to completely heal us to continue fighting. It is a last resort; it is very rarely used and is normally only used by the selfish Royals who don’t want to give up their life or give up their power over others. However, I didn’t use this gift to save my life but to save Skylar’s; the venom running through her system would have continued to strengthen, grow and infect her system until it had finally driven her mad with lust craving the pleasure only given to her female body by a man.

Brook was also involved with covering all the details along with Joana so he had everything prepared. "Exactly. He is just too clean to be true. He never comes for any interviews, we could hardly see his face just one time we could photograph him when Mr Benson of Benson group had a complaint against him. And there is just no controversy about him. No girlfriends, no family issues. Like nothing." "You can't complain if he is just too clean for his royal background." Brook scoffed. "Boo! You guys are just too swoon about his Royal-ness. I bet 100$ he is not clean like he portrays he is." Lily challenged as Brook laughed.

Just with a need to do what is right. She might not forgive me. She won’t stay with me again. She will never think about me after she leaves. “ Princess. ” I call her out and stop a few steps behind her. Her body stiffens. My eyes trace the back of her dress until I get caught in the sight of the mud tainting the hem of it. “ I know it won’t fix anything but I still want to do it. For you. ” I swallow. Royals don’t kneel because the ground is dirty, a low place where our knees never touch. Even if the hell breaks loose, a Royal should never lower themselves, never get themselves dirty, and lose their pride.

I said and I pushed his forehead weakly. "Taking your life, Ms. Pamela, will not solve whatever problem you are facing," Royal said, and I felt a tear fall. "My birthday is tomorrow... I screwed up a deal with a major corporation, and now I'm without a man. My family is excited about it. I'm twenty-nine and... unsuccessful "I spoke slowly. "There's no reason to live," I yelled. Then I came to a halt and let out a cackle. I took a few steps backwards and he came after me. "Take a step back!" I said, pulling a pen from my coat pocket, but that didn't stop him.

Will he be able to remain unaffected by the surprises she brings? Though they may seem like opposites, Clara and Alex share a similar attitude towards life. A very rude attitude. However, their story is just beginning when Sandy Williams enters the picture, threatening to ruin everything Alex holds dear. Clara becomes his first target, leaving her broken and on the edge. This is a tale of revenge intertwined with love, where destiny has brought them together. A twisted royal wedding awaits them, filled with unexpected turns and a chance for a beautiful revenge.

“That's very nice of you, Christian. Your momma will be so happy when you give these to her.” “Christian!” I heard a middle aged lady running out from the pack house and coming to us. Her eyes widened when they landed on me and then she scowled at Christian Jr. “Royal Beta Christian, I'm so sorry for the disturbance. Chris can be a little proactive and find his way out of my sight real quickly.” She looked frightened. I don't blame her. Most people react that way in the presence of the Royal Beta and the Royal Alpha King.

Queen Areli, queen to the werewolf kingdom and goddess of darkness, beamed so brightly from the win against her mate in their stare game. The scent of Royal Beta Brum hit them hard, having been waiting for him for an hour. His hair was unkept, smelling of the woods where he always disappeared to. His face was blank as always, death haunting him, like a ghost wondering around with no direction at all. You did not have to look far to see that he had drowned long ago. The moody and proud beta was gone, leaving behind a shell with no one knowing what had happened or how to get him back. The room filled with tension just as fast, it seeping in every corner and suffocating like every space the bet

Although the New World Royals were descendants of the fiends, but they generally kept to their own position and drew a very clear line with the fiends. For the record, when Lord Kenny Bred colluded with Skylar Blanc in the past, it started off perfectly but ended in disaster. Her Majesty ought to learn her lesson from a mistake committed by her predecessor, so why was she so adamant on repeating it again?

Nobody retorted. Taken aback, the man reasoned. "Come on, Trashy, I didn't mean to be disrespectful. It's not as if you've ever complained be called the Trash King before." Nobody scoffed. "Are you deliberately insulting me, young man, or are you mistaking me for that celebrity bum?" That got the train divided. Those who thought they knew him where no longer sure. And those who weren't sure before now had reasons to substantiate their uncertainty. Definitely, this was not the Trash King, they thought.

"She was the cause of her own demise, that foolish girl probably think she can seduce the Prince and live life in luxury. Hah! The nerve of her thinking such a thing." "But, don't you think the Prince is going too far? I know we can't speak to anyone about this, telling anyone of the third Prince's nature will kill us, though this is unjust! The Royal Family is tolerating this madman too much." "Shh now! This conversation can be treated as treason, be more careful with your words." Then the two stayed silent as they just cover their ears to muffle the noise coming from the third Prince's room. When Russel was done, he threw away the head that he just cut off and sat back down on his bed whil